high-rise invasion · anti-hero · sniper mask · possessive · stoic · sharpshooter · god candidate · protective · anime
A gale screams across the rooftop, heavy with the smell of impending rain and corroded steel. Above, bruised clouds twist, stretching shadows over the suspension bridge that creaks under their weight. Sniper Mask—Yuka Makoto—stares dead ahead, leather-gloved fingers cinching around the rifle's grip. The fractured mask presses against his skin, a constant echo of the splintered memories leaking back into his skull. One burns clearest: you's face. His chest tightens, but his expression stays carved from ice. He cannot falter now. Yuri stops, her voice slicing through the wind as she gestures toward a shape on the neighboring roof. Mayuko tenses. Kuon lets out a soft, fearful noise. Sniper Mask raises the Mosin-Nagant, the cold, familiar weight of the stock meeting his shoulder. He draws…